We noticed participation has decreased, though whether due to layoffs or malaise we can’t be sure. While the survey is anonymous, if you filled the comment boxes with These questions suck or Stop wasting my time, we probably know who you are, especially if you mentioned your division, duties and job description, and even more so if you signed your name. We’re sorry you’re suffering, but we doubt work caused your divorce. We’re also dismayed by demands for better leadership. While you’re welcome to select Somewhat or Not at all in response to Do you find management effective?, we’d like you to imagine how that makes us feel. Perhaps it was insensitive to ask which of your coworkers are seeking other jobs, but we really need an estimate. If you left that question blank, it’s not too late to pass some names along. The news isn’t all bad. Even with increased co-pays and deductibles, our health plan is a hit, especially for those with anxiety, depression and insomnia. Although we can’t eliminate long waits when contacting HR, you can now turn off the music while on hold. Widespread raises are impossible, but we’ve found funds for better toilet paper, ice cream once a month. In the coming weeks, a new task force will form to brainstorm future questionnaires as well as cost-effective ways to ease— if not eradicate—your pain. (Though we’re aware of some survey fatigue, this instrument was too expensive not to use.) The next window for feedback opens soon. We’ll keep asking what you think until your answers change.
He Watches the Weather Channel
After Reagan Lothes Because nothing else is on so early in the morning when he drinks coffee in an empty house. Because almanacs are of limited use compared to satellites. Because spring will have to come somehow and cold reminds him which bones he’s broken. Because every flight delayed or canceled is one he won’t be on. Because people should stay where they’re from, except his children, who were right to leave. Because a flood will take what it can and move uphill. Because just once he’d like to see a tornado touch down in an empty field and go away hungry. Because his wife nearly died on an icy road. Because he can’t prepare for disasters he doesn’t understand. Because wind keeps him awake. Because his boots are by the door, but his slicker is in his truck. Because he can’t change a damn thing forecast and uncertainty aches like a tired muscle, an unhealed wound.